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the story of life, and have to say, n It is finished" they 

 will be as fully assured as I am of the truth of some 

 comforting words spoken to me, many years ago, in the 

 following verses : 



" There is a safe and secret place 



Beneath the wings divine, 

 Reserved for all the heirs of grace : 

 Oh, be that refuge mine 1 



" The weakest saint may there abide, 



Uninjured and unawed : 

 While thousands fall on every side, 

 He rests secure in God. 



" The angels watch him on his way, 



And aid with friendly arm ; 

 And Satan, watching for his prey, 

 May hate but cannot harm. 



" He feeds in pastures large and fair 



Of WORKS ' and ' WORDS ' divine 1 

 O child of God, O glory's heir 

 How rich a lot is thine ! 



* A Hand almighty to defend, 



An ear for every call, 

 An honoured life, a peaceful end, 

 And heaven to crown it all ! ' 



